“It wasn’t my fault. Frankie told me to do it.” How many times had I heard that from the lips of my eldest son? From the time he painted the hamster green, to the time he got suspended for cutting off Amy Cleaver’s pigtails, to the time the police brought him home after he’d been shoplifting, I got the same excuse: “Frankie told me to.”
Each time I wearily replied, “So if Frankie told you to jump from our 10th floor balcony, would you do it?
Now, looking at his body sprawled on the pavement below, I had my answer.
This post is part of the “100 Words Challenge for Grown-Ups”, see The Head’s Office